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Clarendon we consider little more than an 

 amateur. Earl Sefton began his racing 

 career late in life, and although he entered 

 into it with spirit, giving two thousand 

 guineas for Bobadilla, soon abandoned the 

 slippery course. Indeed, so hastily did he 

 retire from it, that, on a little disappoint- 

 ment at Epsom, he would not wait for the 

 assistance of the printer, but sent a manu- 

 script notice to Tattersall's yard that his 

 stud was immediately to be sold. We 

 confess we admire his lordship's decision 

 * When fortune frowns, the first loss is the 

 best.' The Earl of Lichfield is rather deep 

 on the turf, as the list of his horses shows. 

 Indeed his lordship does everything with 

 spirit, but even spirit cannot command 

 success. Lord Lichfield, however, is a 

 sportsman, and what is termed a high and 

 honourable bettor. The Earl of Wilton, 

 as well bred for the turf as Eclipse, being 

 grandson to the Earl Grosvenor, is not only 

 an owner of race-horses, but also a jockey 

 one of the best gentlemen race-riders of 

 these days. The Earl of Chesterfield is 

 conspicuous, as a peep into the Racing 

 Calendar will confirm, no less than twenty- 



